Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
all around the world is grey my clothes are black, my view is dark my head is full, of nothing bright I need more colour in my life
By ASHLEY SMITH5 years ago in Poets
My True colours Challenge At the age 10 I was told my true colour was not my own. I had stayed in the sun to long that shade is not your own.
By Stacey Phantomme5 years ago in Poets
When the day begins, Blue When the I open my eyes in the morning, I am Blue Warm water hits my Brown skin, I sink...! Oh so Blue
By James A Ellerby5 years ago in Poets
ripping down down down Falling to the ground Step away From the edge Lost in crimson roses Running through the motions
By Carly dison5 years ago in Poets
PUMA POWER Seen the Light Guess we all fight The Lights are not out I am here - we carry out Sing our song All night long
By Schubert TALK LLC © KD5 years ago in Poets
Oh inky darkness, what multitudes your hold! On canvas you are the sum of ALL the colors. In the ocean depths you are the unseen mystery.
By Gina Leslie5 years ago in Poets
There's a part of me that you cannot see There's a part of me that you'll never ever know That I'll never ever show That's a part of me that only I can see
By Paul Luftenegger5 years ago in Poets
LOOK at me! What do you FEEL? Do you FEEL the blue eyes that stare into me as I walk past them, avoiding eye Connecting on more than one surface.
By Naya5 years ago in Poets
The caged bird sings When hope is lost And the sun begins to set As time disintegrates into nothing While you watch the spring bring sorrow
By LaKiaya Ames5 years ago in Poets
The color was always there Maybe just as a freckle Slowly creeping to the surface Showing bit by bit But No They tell you to hide it
By Fin Bickford5 years ago in Poets
I walk through halls and sit through classes, she sits next to me and holds my hand. She sees me grey. I am grey.
By Colin Fielding5 years ago in Poets
dreaming in lost colors, pondering what is real, taking the good with the bad, trying to move on, making the effort at every junction, crying at failure,
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Poets
